We roll, over meadows and grassy mixture, among weeds and loose earth, on rich soil and grainy sand, pebbles and twigs, mulch and mud, pavement and dust
We roll, tumbling down arching land, fumbling in grit and lush, caught in thistles and thorns, freed in the fragrance of grassy air
Teased by floral wafts, eyes see only your eyes
World spins around as planned
Fate has it all mapped down
We roll through it round and round
Our bodies kissing
Samasya Tapasya 